Theodore Ogelvie: Three bitty kids with shovels walk right into our hideout and get the drop on us.

Amos Tucker: I know.

Theodore Ogelvie: And you burnt my hand, Amos.

Amos Tucker: Well, I'm sorry about that.

Theodore Ogelvie: And you scorched a hole in my best shirt!

Amos Tucker: Well, I can fix that.

Theodore Ogelvie: [suddenly blows his top] Why did you tell me those three bitty kids were a posse?

Amos Tucker: Well, I thought I saw them hiding down there in the bushes.

Theodore Ogelvie: Oh, you couldn't see through a barbed-wire fence!

Amos Tucker: Theodore?

Theodore Ogelvie: That head of yours won't hold straw!

Amos Tucker: Theodore?

Theodore Ogelvie: You couldn't sell hacksaws in a jail!

Homer McCoy: Welcome to Quake City, Donovan. Looks like luck is against you.

Russell Dovovan: Well, there's one good thing about luck: It always changes. And I got a feeling mine is just around the corner.

Amos Tucker: How much money do you figure that dude's got in front of him?

Theodore Ogelvie: About 500.

Amos Tucker: 500? Wow! You know, that'll be, uh, that's 200 apiece!

John Wintle: Donovan! I haven't seen you since, ah...

Russell Donovan: Santa Fe.

John Wintle: Right!

Russell Donovan: When you sold me the Marshal's horse.

John Wintle: Right. I was just funnin', Donovan.

Russell Donovan: The Marshal wasn't amused.

Homer McCoy: Order! Order! This court is now in session, the Honorable Judge Homer McCoy presiding. Theodore Ogelvie, Amos Tucker, you're under arrest for attempted bank robbery. How do you plead? Guilty or not guilty?

Theodore Ogelvie: Not guilty?

Homer McCoy: Guilty!

Amos Tucker: That was the wrong one, Your Honor.

Homer McCoy: This court sentences you to be thrown into the Horned King's dungeon for twenty years! And I'm giving you an extra ten-dollar fine for perjury. Take them away.

[Amos and Theodore are let out of their cages and taken away from the courtroom, then thrown into the Horned King's castle dungeon.]